He was puzzled. Having been schooled by his mother and father to act like a gentleman it was his responsibility to tend to the female’s door. Since ...his ninety-minute meeting with her though, everything had been skewed in an entirely different direction. As she put the key into the ignition, she looked over at him with a look he was no longer trying to decipher. He had been with enough girls who wanted to make it with him to know that Myra Cratterfield was giving him the same kind of eye. Though. Charlotte has decided on a cute black skirt (mine), and a white corset tube top. Can you say wow? She is also wearing some cute white sandals.We work on Brittany next. We decide that she will wear a cute hot pink mini dress. It looks amazing on her, and she will wear some glittery sandals complements of Charlotte.For me, we have a bit of trouble.We finally decide that I will wear my tightest, hottest pair of jeans that have white stitching down the sides, around the pockets, and around the. Well, that did it, I told myself! I was the father here, even though she was now an adult! It was my responsibility not to give in, my duty to fight off my lust for her twat long enough to ensure that she completed college and I didn?t end up in legal trouble for incest. The authorities did not generally enforce the laws regarding that taboo in Nevada, but flaunting it in their faces by knocking up my 18 year old daughter made no sense. The next year, Magda would start university! She would. Once I was back in my seat I still left my shirt unbuttoned thus allowing my tits to peek out anytime I jumped up to cheer. I was still hoping to get on that big center field screen. To my dismay it was not to be. Instead I had to settle for one last flash as the game ended and leaving my shirt unbuttoned as we left the stadium. Of course this invited more groping as we made our way to the transportation area for our ride back to the city. Still feeling nasty I wrapped a blanket around hubby.